Sitting in the shade of an oak tree Asgeirr observed the group of men and women arriving at the Rune Knight Barracks. They seemed pathetic in every way. Some were grotesquely overweight, others disgustingly frail. There were self-proclaimed tough guys and obvious cowards.
'It's impossible to even count the types of pathetic weaklings here' he thought to himself 'How the hell am I supposed to make these pieces of dead meat into soldiers?! They'd run from a mere sneeze ten miles away.' He sighed in disappointment, near the point of resigning before his task had even truly begun. Then it hit him as he thought back to what he was told. Sure it was his task to create combat ready fighters, but it was never stated how many were to return. As the northern giant rose from his seat a devilish grin spread across his face. "Alright you pathetic maggots!" Asgeirr's voice thundered, instantly gaining the attention of the recruits "Time for you to face the white hell..."
'It's impossible to even count the types of pathetic weaklings here' he thought to himself 'How the hell am I supposed to make these pieces of dead meat into soldiers?! They'd run from a mere sneeze ten miles away.' He sighed in disappointment, near the point of resigning before his task had even truly begun. Then it hit him as he thought back to what he was told. Sure it was his task to create combat ready fighters, but it was never stated how many were to return. As the northern giant rose from his seat a devilish grin spread across his face. "Alright you pathetic maggots!" Asgeirr's voice thundered, instantly gaining the attention of the recruits "Time for you to face the white hell..."